What do you like the most about yourself?

I am proud of the fact that I have a knack of irritating people by making use of innovative ways. I don't get involved in physical fights, but if the need be then I give mental torture to the other person by cracking PJ's, crooning songs from the nose, telling long stories having dire endings, etc..

Same. Sometimes I tell people things they've said about themselves that even they had forgotten. Freak memory.

Ind33d. Happens many times. Also tend to remember the year and sometimes chart position of near enough all my favourite songs plus quite a few others besides, which is generally a source of some amusement to most of my friends.

Apart from that, the only thing that really comes to mind that I am relieved would require a personality transplant to change is my ability to manage the old cash-flow well.

Ind33d. Happens many times. Also tend to remember the year and sometimes chart position of near enough all my favourite songs plus quite a few others besides, which is generally a source of some amusement to most of my friends.

My memory is shocking. Parts of my life are in a haze and sometimes Im confused whether something happened for real, was in a dream or was on TV. I usually figure it out but I remember so little that has happened. I usually rely in those around me to fill me in on past events

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Have a non existent short term memory, and a pretty poor long term one. Not too bad at learning, but like Goughy, events i've been a part of or witnessed are really hard to recall.

Despite it not working so well, kinda like my brain. Like to think of myself as kinda intelligent. Its either that or my damn fine ass.

"All are lunatics, but he who can analyze his delusions is called a philosopher." - Ambrose Bierce

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My memory is shocking. Parts of my life are in a haze and sometimes Im confused whether something happened for real, was in a dream or was on TV.

I have that for perhaps 1 event in the 18-19 years from which I have memory. An event which I'm absolutely convinced happened because I thought at the time "that's dream-esque" (which IIRR it's not possible to think when you're dreaming) but looking back on it seems logically fairly unlikely.

It involves me walking to school (the event in question was 7-8 years ago), walking past two lads who must've been 2-3 years older than me, and just as I was passing one of them raising a hand and throwing, very hard, a devil-banger like thing at my feet, which made a loud bang and expelled flame. No impact was made on my shoes or trouser-leg (despite me doing a kind of skip to jump my feet away from the bang point) and I looked at the pavement a few days later and there was no mark of any kind.

Now this seems extraordinarily unlikely from many POV - one, no-one is likely to be stupid enough to do that sort of thing; two, the road is a busy main one with cars on both sides non-stop at that time of day and someone else might have seen and reported to the police; three, I'd presumably have at the very least looked back, and certainly taken a look at my trouser-leg to see if there was a scorch - but I didn't, I just carried-on walking as if nothing had happened; four, I've never heard of anything that sets-off harmless flame or flame-illusion; five, devil-bangers were something always extremely popular including amongst myself and friends and I'd never heard of anything of the "extension" ilk.

But beyond question I thought, seconds after, "that's so weird it's as if it was a dream". And equally, every dream I've ever had I remember for certain it was a dream as I've woken-up and remember thinking "yeah, it was just a dream".

I always make the effort to remember things and sometimes I don't but I still do, I mean I know my own credit card number in my own head without having to look at it. I have reminded people of their own lives or events plenty of times.